*November 1983*
Andy and (Y/N) are finally settling in to their new home.
(Y/N)'s POV:
After all the moving chaos, we are finally settled in to our new place. There are minor details I still need to work on, but me and Andy are finally comfortable.
Thanksgiving is next week and I can't believe how fast time has passed. We barley celebrated Halloween due to the moving process. Christmas is upon us and the new year will slowly creep upon us.
Today, I was finishing my closet. I had organized all my actual clothes on the iron rod racks. The closet has shelves where I can put my shoes and small purse collection on the shelves. The nice thing about this closet is I am able to put a stand up mirror in there. On the sliding doors to the closet, there's two mirrors which is nice to have.
There is two big windows. The best part of the bedroom is the view from our room. There is a big oak tree that provides shade in the evening in our room too.
Andy was busy working in his closet. He wasn't as stoked as I was cause he wanted to work on the room we designated for our work/music room.
"Darling can you help me?" Andy called from his closet.
"Coming," I called from my side of the room.
I walked in to find Andy covered in clothes from shelf that was slightly slanted above his head.
"Love are you ok?" I asked shocked.
"I must have put too many jeans on the shelf so the screws came loose on the shelf," Andy said defeated.
"Awwww poor baby," I told Andy as I helped clear the clothes off him.
"Do you know where the screwdriver is?" Andy asked curiously.
"Uh maybe in the garage if not a knife will work," I said ruffling his hair.
"A knife?" Andy asked curiously.
"Yes love haha I used to use a knife all the time," I said helping him up off the floor.
"Wow seems dangerous darling," Andy said as he begin folding his jeans again.
"I'll be back," I said heading downstairs.
I went to the garage and looked for the tool bag we had. We still had several boxes taped up that we had not yet gone through.
I found the bag with our tools and grabbed the flathead screwdriver and headed back upstairs. While I was going upstairs, I could hear Andy cussing.
I walk slowly into the bedroom and walked into his closet to find that another shelf had fallen.
"Love?" I asked giggling.
"Please don't ask," Andy said with a fake cry.
"What happened love?" I asked him as I handed him the screwdriver.
"Another shelf collapsed so I'm just going to put my jeans and pants in the drawer set in the bedroom. I'm mad," Andy said grabbing the loose screws and putting them back in the wall.
"I sorry love," I said rubbing his shoulders as worked on the shelf.
"Mmmmm," Andy mumbled.
"You are so tense love you need to relax," I told him.
"I will later darling. I just wanted the closet done," Andy said checking the steadiness of the shelf.
"We can work on it together so it get's done faster," I told him as I got on the floor with him.
"I don't want to take you away-," Andy started saying.
I cut him off by giving him a kiss. Maybe I can make him just relax for one moment.
"Is that your way of telling me to shut and up relax?" Andy asked laughing as he locked eyes with me.
"Yes my thoughts exactly love haha. Nothing has to be rushed," I told him carresing his face.
He leaned in and stole another kiss. I could feel his body relaxing finally.
Andy just grabbed me and held me in his lap for the moment.
"You know, I think these little moments are my favorite," Andy said pressing his forehead against mine.
"Me too love," I said moving my face to give his cheek a kiss.
"We've come so far together darling it's crazy," Andy said in my ear.
"I know love and I wouldn't change a thing," I told him giving him another kiss.
"Thank goodness you don't know how to walk," Andy said laughing.
"I tried so hard," I told him giggling.
"Let's finish my closet darling," Andy said giving me a side hug.
"Otay," I said hesitantly.
We got Andy's closet done and enjoyed the rest of the evening making dinner and watching some tele.
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